Day 37

Goals that were so important once, seem trivial now in light of my pain. The heart aches and the days seem long. The mask I don everyday seems more and more fake. When will my heart stop aching? When will my days be bright again? When will joy replace the anguish and the pain? Who can we blame? Not you, for you were in pain. You left us and we miss you. It will never be the same.